17 August 2016 @ 06:32 pm
[
She's made a sort of routine of this—force the robots to haul her from her room late in the day, early in the night; find the places no one cares about this late when most of the last few residents of the ship are off to bed so she can be alone until the day comes and she can retreat back into her room while everyone else starts to stir. She's like a moth, drawn to the lights in the fuel reserve room again and again, but it's nothing especially complex. Clover just likes shiny things.
Tonight's no different; she's sat at the end of the bridge, scythe in one hand, datapad in her lap, but the volume for Furry Passing muted so she can hear what's going on around her.]
17 August 2016 @ 07:47 pm
[
She's been maybe sort of kind of putting this off. She shouldn't bother him while he's recovering, she doesn't want to make things weird, she doesn't want to deal with Marinette too, he's probably not coignizant anyway. Excuses, excuses, excuses, and it isn't until Wednesday that Clover gets the fuck over herself, says he could have died, he could have died, he could have died again and again and deigns to be out and about at regular human hours; kitchen first, then the medbay.
She does still wait until Marinette isn't around because she isn't that over what a shithead she is, but Wednesday afternoon, Clover peeks her head in around the medbay door—just being here makes her anxious; she hasn't stepped foot in this room in over a month, and she still glances up to the cabinets before she looks for Adrien.
aaaaand she's just standing here?? like okay the plan was to look for Marinette and then make sure Adrien was awake before she actually like walked in but in practice she's just like, standing half-in the doorway, scythe just kinda peeking out next to her, chillin'. hi, clover??]